Sitting on a veranda, sipping cocktails, with handsome men holding trays containing hors d'oevures, glasses, and bottles, two noble women of Illigyr engage in the oldest profession - politics. One of the women is in her late 50's, with her hair cut in a warrior's style. She has a severe, hawk-like face, which only rarely carries a smile. She wears a half-sari and loose pantaloons. A brooch bearing the sigil of House Xetiral clasps the half-sari, while a dress epaulet bears the rank symbol of a general. The other woman is much younger, in her mid-to-late twenties. Her face carries a politician's smile, and she is dressed in an informal, but expensive sari.
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| - Sitting on a veranda, sipping cocktails, with handsome men holding trays containing hors d'oevures, glasses, and bottles, two noble women of Illigyr engage in the oldest profession - politics. One of the women is in her late 50's, with her hair cut in a warrior's style. She has a severe, hawk-like face, which only rarely carries a smile. She wears a half-sari and loose pantaloons. A brooch bearing the sigil of House Xetiral clasps the half-sari, while a dress epaulet bears the rank symbol of a general. The other woman is much younger, in her mid-to-late twenties. Her face carries a politician's smile, and she is dressed in an informal, but expensive sari.
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| - Sitting on a veranda, sipping cocktails, with handsome men holding trays containing hors d'oevures, glasses, and bottles, two noble women of Illigyr engage in the oldest profession - politics. One of the women is in her late 50's, with her hair cut in a warrior's style. She has a severe, hawk-like face, which only rarely carries a smile. She wears a half-sari and loose pantaloons. A brooch bearing the sigil of House Xetiral clasps the half-sari, while a dress epaulet bears the rank symbol of a general. The other woman is much younger, in her mid-to-late twenties. Her face carries a politician's smile, and she is dressed in an informal, but expensive sari. The older woman sips her drink. Yes. Control it and you control the Blood River. Control it and Birthamlin, and the Bay of Dead Kings would be ours again.
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